Fluffy Promptables

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We're prompting fluffy, lighthearted stuff of any variety, no canon/pairing/character information required, though permitted.

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A shared ice cream cone because one something happened to one party's

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I've always been the tower
But now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow

— from "The Tower" by Vienna Tang

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"How can you possibly have a first kiss on total accident?"

"Kiss by collision?"

"Lucky shot."

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A cunning plan against a roommate/friend backfires spectacularly

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Here, have a prompt:

For one hour -- just one hour -- everything went right.

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Oooh! Going to run with this for a minute...

Ficlet: Once More With Feeling

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A/N: So it’s not perfect, but this scene’s been pestering my head for a couple days now, and this prompt galvanized it, so here you go.

Once More With Feeling

For one hour—just one hour—everything went right. The keynote she’d come to hear took its scheduled forty-five minutes, the dressing room was available when she needed to change, and her basic intel set.

Grace put on her dress with the hint of sparkle in the depths of the blue, put on her tiny diamond earrings, and put on the most brilliant smile she possessed before she went out to work the room. She had a scientist to find and flirt with.

The scientist, Norman Antony, had been the last scheduled speaker before conference guests spilled out into the hotel ballroom, milling thickly in the general direction of the bar and buffet at one end of the room. Grace stood up on her tiptoes for a moment to get a feel for things. His white suit jacket was one of few, and she grinned when she caught sight of it in a knot of flashy dresses and suits. His bald head gleamed under the warm overhead light.

Antony was a flirt with anything blonde and curvaceous, so she knew it was only a matter of time before he excused himself from the scientifically minded brunettes, auburns, and men he was surrounded by. She made her way to the buffet and picked up a glass.

“Mind if I join you?” a polite voice asked beside her.

Habit kicked in, and Grace inched to the left to give him room, careful not to bump the woman ahead of her in line, but her mind hitched as all her plans moved sideways. She took a good look at the man—not overly tall, well-built, grey eyes that seemed to miss little.

He noticed her pause and caught her gaze with his, a slight question in the angle of his face.

Those innocuous words. She hated the common politeness because this was the fifth man she’d had to look at and wonder, are those his words written across my hip? There were plenty of theories as to the exact significance of such specific birthmarks, but the common theory was that everyone was born with the first words their soulmate would say to them marked upon their skin.

Antony was coming this way, but Grace had decided a long time ago not to take a chance and miss the moment she met her own soulmate. She didn’t even spare a glance for her target.

“Do you dance?” she asked, not even bothering with a smile, just watching the stranger’s reaction.

He went very still, and his expression flickered with recognition.

She smiled, slightly.

He put the glass back on the table and asked her, “Dance with me.”

She took his hand and went out on the floor.

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Pick out a memory to keep me company
To hold beside me while I sleep

So goodnight, my favourite dream
To share your air, share your air ‘til dawn
So goodnight, my favourite dream
To share your air, share your air once more

~"Share Your Air," Kate Miller-Heidke

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I was just a little girl
When your hand brushed by my hand
And I will be an old woman
Happy to have spent
My whole life with one man

~Lori McKenna - "One Man"

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Sing to me, sing to me
Wrap that voice around me
Beautiful beautiful voice
Come and carry me away
Sing to me, sing to me
It’s the only thing I want
It’s the only thing I think about
If you can’t sing me a love song
Sing me anything, anything you want

~"Sing to Me," Kate Miller-Heidke

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prank war

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Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is.
Francis Bacon

Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/topics/topic_humor.html#SkrJUh9FzLCt0vRh.99

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pillow fight

alternate: pillow tug o' war with a pet

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You said you had a cat.

A leopard is a cat.

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I’m having that dream where we are walking
Together along with the sand in our feet
Then I am awake and I realize
It wasn’t a dream, it was reality

"Waltz for Jennifer" by FFH

Ficlet: The Velocity of Rain [1/2]

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I met you when I was five years old, and you grabbed my hand with your sticky fingers, laughing as you pulled me toward the other children.

“She’s on our team.”

I asked you why after we were both lying on our backs on the grass after kickball, sides still heaving from running our hardest in the game.

You grinned as you tossed the ball up in the air and caught it again. “You’re fast.”

I wondered when in the world you would have noticed.

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I was ten years old when I raced home from the library in a surprise rain shower, and suddenly realized I heard feet thumping the concrete sidewalk behind me. I didn’t stop, but I did turn, still running and caught the sight of you behind me, your body grown lanky over the last summer.

I stopped around the corner, palms grinding hard into the stone wall.

You drew up beside me, panting.

“How long?” I asked. I had to take in a gulp of damp air to go on. “How long have you walked this route?”

You cocked your head at me curiously as if not understanding the question, then your face split into a wide grin and you laughed some sort of rough chuckling sound. “You’re fast.”

You ran to the next sheltering doorway. I was fast. It took me only moments to catch up.

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You lay on your back on my bed, studying the ceiling or the trajectory of the ball you were tossing up and down in your hand. I thought you would be crazy to play baseball for a living, but I understood the skill that made you think of it.

We were teenagers then, and the only things I was certain of in that stuffy little room with its excess of books and pencils was that I was studying anything I could learn, since I didn’t know where I would end up, but that I wanted to be sure I ended up with you.

“You’re crazy,” I finally said, breaking the silence that settled in the weight of your declarations. “You can’t blow off college for baseball.”

“They let you do both, you know.” You sat up on the bed, tossing the ball to one side.

I watched where it rolled off in the corner. You didn’t.

“What do you think I ought to do?” you asked quietly in a serious voice I didn’t recognize.

My gaze stayed steady in the direction of the ball, but I didn’t see it any more. I was too focused on the stillness in the air and the gravity in your tone. I wondered if you would take it in your head to do whatever I answered. You were that kind of crazy.

I sighed and sat down beside you. “I think you should go to school and try things and then decide.” It seemed safe enough to say.

You nodded after a long moment and leaned your head on my shoulder. “Okay.”

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Ficlet: The Velocity of Rain [2/2]

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You hated school. I knew that. My gaze would wander after your stooping shoulders as you walked drearily along campus grounds. I watched you wrestle with books you declared dead and steal time with me to read the ones you declared alive.

“They’re all books.”

You rolled your eyes at me and slid a textbook across the library table. “I hate the rain here,” you said out of the blue.

I glanced up at you without moving. You didn’t seem to notice, hands tapping restlessly on your homework. I picked up the textbook, propped it open on my own, and started reading.

Your hands went still and you listened as I read.

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I understood what you meant. Rain was only alive when you and I were running in it.

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In the middle of the second year, I was turning down the other guys who noticed me. We hadn’t talked about anything or where we stood, but I never thought we stood anywhere. We belonged to each other in motion, and the choice to move together had always been both of ours.

You noticed when you found me in the library, smile stretched thin at the history major who didn’t want to hear ‘no.’

You stepped forward and dropped your bag on the table, so we both looked up. You grinned. “It’s raining.”

I took your hand and followed you outside.

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You hated college, and we both knew it. We stood under the eaves of the outside entrance to the campus library, watching water soak into the grass.

“I could get a job,” you mentioned offhand. Your hand played with mine in the absence of something else.

I turned into you and spoke honestly with a bravery I hadn’t known I had. “I don’t care what you do as long as we do it together.”

Your head came up, eyes widening in surprise. That broad grin split your face and you tugged on my hand.

We ran through the rain from the eaves to the little copse of trees to the gazebo further down the grounds. There you stopped, your weight arresting my speed and pulling me into you like a planet spiraling toward the sun. I laughed, and it felt unfettered for the first time in weeks.

“I’m slow,” you said and kissed me breathless. “I don’t hate the rain.”

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It took me years to understand you would have gone anywhere and done anything to hold me. It took you years to realize I would follow you wherever you went.

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I laughed and kissed you back. “I don’t hate it either.”

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Alternatively, 23 awesome words with no English counterpart. Most of these are quite ficable: http://www.buzzfeed.com/alanwhite/23-charming-illustrations-of-untranslatable-words-from-other.

Re: Ficlet: Once More With Feeling

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Oh, I like that a lot. Nicely done.

Re: Ficlet: Once More With Feeling

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:warm fuzzies: Thank you! It's one of those scenes that's easy to get wrong, so super glad it worked. And thank you for the prompt!

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"A friend is someone who you choose to be yourself with."